My captors refusing to be merciful to my passionatepleas. Instead, my pleading eyes only embolden their efforts at protractingthe information they wan...t. So real were the feelings of my dreams, I lost track of time and failed tonotice the presence of my 'would-be rescuer.' A noise shocked me out of myreverence and I opened my startled eyes to see John standing in front of me,with his heart warming, Tom Cruise like, grin on his face, examining my situationand outfit. The noise was his coat being. By the time Todd was able to get to him he was fading fast, the emergency power was failing, and the medtube was occupied and probably not working even if it was available. Jeff had died in his arms while PFC Douglas tried to help Lance Corporal Wilson.I had been knocked unconscious by flying debris.Lance Corporal Wilson died before the rescue team could get him to medical treatment.After the crew had been evacuated, there was a battle damage assessment performed on the Oxford and it was clear. But I made it clear that the details did not matter at the moment, since I was doing my best General Patton act to rescue the fair maiden Casey Michaux and deprogram her.Even with Doc’s good intentions, I chose my team like Phelps used to on Mission: Impossible.I needed someone with some military expertise: that was Darren.I needed a computer expert I could trust: that was Todd, by the slightest margin over Joanie.I needed someone who was familiar with the setup as I: that was Althea.Someone. ‘Michelle said that she could help us out if we wanted her to, but only if we helped her learn how to … you know,’ Kara said shyly ‘squirt.’ I could not have envisioned a better arrangement. I pretended to think about it for a second or two, not wanting to seem too eager and then calmly said, ‘That sounds okay to me.’ Michelle was one of the few of Kara’s friends that I could see myself with. She had a great body, tall and thin, dark brown hair, a really pretty face with freckles sprinkled.